Have you seen sun shining less bright some day?
or  found leaves getting less green,
or the river resisting to flow,
or perhaps nature some less natural in any way.

O! the creater of world , what is  the scene?
Material sets are in action stroke,
and we the ‘minded men’ mere scarecrows.
O! the supreme master do not be this hard,

Get my graved bones undusted
& skins of my sagging soul in service.
Dawn descent dew of devotion to duty,
but lend not me a coronet of coward.

Provide me with the least strength,
to do some work worthwhile.
Give me the least desperation,
resisting me from sitting idle.
Lend me the least life,
I could end in doing my duty,
But I should not quit in any position.